Page 2 of Blue Lines and Lullabies

“Get the key ready, or I’m fucking you in the hallway, Firecracker,” Gabe grunts as he sprints toward my room. He’s called me Firecracker a few times tonight, and I love it more than I thought I would. Typically, I find pet names to be icky, but this seems endearing and cute.

“Why are you calling me Firecracker?” I ask as we arrive at my room, and he puts me back on my feet.

“Because your face lit up more than once when you were talking tonight, and I have a feeling it’s going to be fucking spectacular to watch you come,” he says against my hair. I stifle a moan as he pulls me back into his body, leaning down to kiss my neck and slide the tip of his tongue against my skin. I shiver and reach up to grab his hair, holding his head against me. My neck is incredibly sensitive, and I love it when men spend time kissing me there once they realize how much I like it. I don’t miss the vibration of Gabe’s chuckle as he slides a hand around my waist, covering my hand, before dragging it up to wave the keycard in front of the room lock.

Goodness. Gabe teased fucking me in the hallway, and I’m already so far gone that I’d probably have let him. Gabe pushes me gently into the room after I open the door, and once it’s closed, I drop my things on the floor and turn into his arms. His lips are on mine immediately, his tongue flicking into my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. When his hands finally slide to my ass, he grabs and lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Moaning, I latch onto his hair as I suck his tongue into my mouth, and Gabe kneads my ass as he spins us to push me against the door. He breaks off the kiss and pants against my cheek. “You can’t suck my tongue like that, Firecracker. Makes me want you on your knees right fucking now, with my cock down your throat.”

“God, yes,” I whimper. I’m not a big fan of blowjobs, but for some reason, I’m aching to taste him.

“Not yet. First time I’m coming, it’ll be in this pussy,” Gabe growls as he slides a hand between my legs from behind. Looking up at him, I see his lips are puffy. Hooded eyes stare at me fervently as his breathing quickens. I’m only wearing a very thin pair of leggings, and my utterly saturated thong is doing little to conceal how hot and wet I am. “Jesus Christ, Cassie. You’re soaked. This all for me, baby?”

For crying out loud. Why is a man calling me baby so damn hot?

Gabe reaches around to grab one ankle, pushing it down so my legs move from his waist. When my feet touch the ground, he drops to his knees. Shit. I’ve been driving all day. I haven’t showered yet. There’s no way I’m fresh and ready for oral. “Gabe, no, wait.”

He looks up at me, and I can barely see his eyes in the dark room. “If you’re about to tell me that you’ve been on the road all day and you don’t want me to get your taste on my tongue, I’ve got half a mind to throw you over my leg and spank the hell out of you. I don’t want to taste fucking soap, Firecracker. I want to tasteyou.”

Good God. I may have just come. That is the hottest thing a man has ever said to me. Quite possibly the hottest thing any man has ever said.

I must moan incoherently because Gabe rests his head against my thigh and laughs. “May I continue?”

I’m fairly certain I reply in the affirmative, but it is complete gibberish. Gabe’s hands grab the hem of my leggings, pulling them down to my ankles, before helping me to step out of them and my shoes. I’m a heartbeat away from grabbing my thong to remove it as well, but Gabe stops me when he leans forward and tongues my clit through the fabric. At that point, I forget how to breathe.

It’s an odd juxtaposition between the wetness of his tongue, and the coarseness of my lace thong against my clit, and it’s making me crazy. I don’t know what feeling to focus on, and then he slides one finger underneath the fabric to swirl against my opening. Pushing inside, my body clamps down on his digit as he quickly finds my G-spot and rubs against it. I’m two seconds from coming when he leans back slightly, and I cry out in frustration.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you there,” he whispers as he grabs ahold of the side of my thong and snaps it in half. “Put one leg on my shoulder.”

I dutifully follow his order as his thumb finds my engorged button of nerves. I cry out again, this time from pleasure, as Gabe slowly rubs his thumb around and around. Collecting my wetness, he swivels his hand before pushing his thumb against my back hole. I don’t have time to think before Gabe latches his lips around my clit, adds a second finger inside my pussy, and pushes his thumb just beyond the ring of muscle. He moans against me as my hands grab his head, and I reflexively begin to move his head how I want him to lick me.

“That’s it, baby, use me,” he mutters against me, and I feel emboldened, so I push his face further into my pussy. I’m moaning loudly, gyrating against Gabe’s face, and I vaguely hear voices outside the door. Stiffening, I move to push Gabe away, but he latches harder on my clit. “Ignore them, Firecracker. Come for me. Give me what’s mine.”

Sucking my clit again, he nibbles just hard enough to send me into one hell of an orgasm. The triple threat of his tongue, fingers in my pussy, and his thumb in my ass make me erupt in a way I’ve never experienced before. White-hot pleasure courses through my body, starting at my feet, in a wave that overtakes me, and robs me of the ability to breathe. My knees buckle, and I begin to collapse, but Gabe catches me as he stands.

Three long strides later, we’re catapulted onto the bed.

“I figured you would fuck me against the door,” I say breathlessly.

“Thought about it. But I prefer having more room to move around. Since you’re a good eight inches shorter than me, Firecracker, it could be a feat of physics and prayer for sex against a door. Also, who the hell knows when that door was last cleaned?” Gabe shudders against me dramatically.

“Germaphobe?”

“Sort of. I’m around gross guys a lot. I can’t make them be cleaner, though.”

I don’t ask any further questions. We decided a while ago that we wouldn’t share personal information, other than our first names. I think we both know this is a one-night thing. Scratching an itch. I’ll never see him again in a city this big.

“How about you stop talking and fuck me?” I ask as I pull his head down to mine. Gabe chuckles against my mouth as he slides his tongue against mine, and I’m pleasantly surprised that I don’t hate the taste of myself. Maybe it’s a combination of his manly taste with mine, or perhaps I’m just so turned on that I don’t care. But a few long kisses later, I’m shimmying against him like a nympho needing another hit of an orgasm.

“Slow down, Firecracker. We’ve got all night,” Gabe says as he bites my nipple through my shirt and bra.

“I’m the most impatient woman you’ll ever meet, dammit,” I moan.

“I highly doubt that. You strike me as a woman with infinite patience.”

He’s not wrong. My degree is in early childhood education, and I usually have more patience with children than I do with adults. But right now, my body is taut with feral need, and if he doesn’t make me come in the next minute, I’m taking it upon myself to finish the task at hand. Yeah, I had an orgasm against the door. But Gabe makes me want more. Need more. I have this nagging feeling that every orgasm with him will get better.

“I think the next time you come needs to be on my cock,” he murmurs. I look at the door, somewhat disappointed that he didn’t throw me against it. I read romance books. All the heroes seem to toss their women around. Sex against doors, walls, and even in the shower. When am I going to experience all that? “Fucking hell, Firecracker. You’re still thinking about the door.”

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